Текст песни Сергей Горбацкий - Письмо маме

Mum
muses. S. Gorbatsky, lyrics A. Vashkevich

I've been writing you a letter for over a year every day.
The window is flooded with rain, in it, the sun is a blizzard.
You were right in everything, saved and loved.
She led me to school by the hand, asked me not to be naughty.

Chorus: Golden domes reflect the light of the church.
God merciful with us
God merciful with us
Only mom is not around ...

I write you a letter every day on a new line.
Birds fly away into the distance, buds are thumping on the lilacs.
Childhood ended suddenly with white snow on the temples.
Your warm palms I kiss in my dreams.